Disclaimer – Just as a reminder, I still don't own X-Men: Evolution…

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If only she had super human strength.

Rogue could fly with the telekinetic psyche, but it didn't feel the same. With her mind in frenzy she was unable to concentrate enough to pick herself up.

She easily escaped by passing through the walls, but that wouldn't saver her for long since she didn't know where she was going.

But someone who worked there would know how to get around, right? Right.

I'm going to have to absorb someone. It was the only way she could get information about where they were and such.

After a while, she slowly walked around, making herself believe that the reason she stopped phasing through walls was because it increased the chance of her getting caught. Rogue was really afraid of getting herself stuck in the wall. Hey now, it is possible. Shut up, it is. She could bamf if that happened but it was obvious her powers were going haywire. If you haven't caught on to that yet.. You're just not getting this, are you?

After meandering around, a locked door caught her attention at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath, she phased through the door.

"Stripes?"

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"Are you okay?" Elvis stared down at Remy as he stirred and then opened his eyes.

Remy blinked several times. Elvis's face wasn't exactly the one he wanted to wake up to. Okay, I lied; it wasn't the one he wanted to wake up to at all. "What happened to Rogue?" He asked automatically as he glanced around the surroundings. "And why am I hooked up to a heart monitor?" What a welcoming. A heart monitor. If this went on any longer, he'd be a grave man by tomorrow.

.

"I need to keep notes on you." Elvis said, clearing his throat. "Sorry you have to be strapped to the bed, but we can't take any chances."

"You never answered my question."

"I'll be asking the questions!" The older male suddenly snapped at him as he wrote something down on the chart he was holding.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Perhaps it was Jean—No, no. Can't make Jean/thong jokes. Not yet, anyway.

"Kelly was killed."

"What happened to her?"

"Him. Senator Kelly."

"Killed by a mutant?"

"No. Trask." He let out a loud, dinning frustrated sigh. "Just forget about it."

"Did you like Kelly?"

"No."

"Then why are you so upset about him being dead? Were you two.. lovers?" Remy raised his brows up and down.

Elvis threw the chart down. "That's it. I give up." He stormed out of the room. Hah. PMS.

"That always works." Remy smirked.

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"Logan." Maybe she was hallucinating.. Or dreaming. Or maybe she was just plain delirious. Oh well, they're all the same anyway. Keep your mouth shut! They are and you know it.

Since they don't need to repeat each other's names over and over, Logan just jerked his head down, gesturing his wrists, which were locked together by a black band. "Get this off of me." He didn't want to waste anytime.

Rogue winced as she reached out. On impulse, she clutched her injured shoulder. "I need to tap into your powers. I'll make it quick and I'll be sure not to knock you out." She said through clenched teeth.

"Did they do this to you?" Growl, growl. Grunt, grunt. Sniff, sniff.

Rogue just blinked. No memories came to mind. "I-I don't know."

His eyes narrowed. "Make it quick." He sniffed. "We don't have a lot of time."

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"Your little friend is missing."

"Eh?"

"When they went to round you up, she was gone."

Remy lifted his head up. "You lost her?" The alarm suddenly started going off, the blaring sound echoed from outside the hallway. "Looks like you found her." He nodded his heard towards the door, "You better go check it out."

Elvis nodded and walked towards the door. He glanced back at the Cajun before opening the door, "Don't go anywhere."

"Don't worry about that." The second he left, Remy escaped from the straps using his powers. When he worked on getting the straps around his ankles, a more powerful shock than he intended shoot out, leaving a stinging feeling in his fingertips. He cursed in French, not caring too much about it.

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Logan merely sliced his way through the door. Oh, how wonderful it must be to have Adamantium claws. Right. "You comin'?" He turned back, staring at Rogue who had a blank expression on her face. "Rogue?"

She blinked, but continued to stare off in space. "I'll meet up with you in a few minutes." She waited a few minutes after he left, and then walked over to the corner and sat down in it. Rogue then took off the sling and then brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly.

She stayed like that, not caring about what was happening around her.

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Trask quickly shoved every paper, and every item, that was in or on his desk into a duffel bag. He had to hurry. He saw it on the surveillance cameras and knew it wouldn't be long until all the mutants would be out. They wouldn't win if they succeeded in this. Trask smirked; the war had barely begun and he still had ideas swirling around in his head. He stepped over Kelly's lifeless body as he left the office.

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"You sure you can walk?" Remy asked Sam as he got to his feet.

The blonde Southerner gave him a nod, "Thank ya very much, Gambit." He took a step forward and nearly fell to the ground. "Okay, I reckon I ain't sure. Jus' give me a few minutes while ya go help the others."

"All right." Remy patted his shoulder. "If you run into any trouble, just make a hole in the wall or something."

"Can do, sir."

Remy grumbled something about the 'sir' part and being old as he walked out of the room, but not before grabbing Sam's charts. He dropped the papers and got ready to charge up the chart board as a just-in-case thing.

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"Pardon me Wolvie, but would you please obtain your claws out from my neck?" Wolverine had Remy up against the wall with his forearm pressed up against his throat and his metal claws against his throat.

"What are you doin' here, Gumbo?"

Remy grunted. "For the same reason as you, mon ami."

Logan mumbled something and released his grip on the Cajun. "Your eyes are dilated."

Well, wasn't Logan just so observant? Remy ignored his comment, "Where's Rogue?"


Logan glanced behind his shoulder. "Oh shit." He inhaled deeply through his nose. "You go find her."

"Where are you going to go?" In response, Wolverine shoved him aside and walked off, making sure to walk heavily down the hallway. "Oh, that's where."

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You know that feeling you get when you get off a roller coaster? A big, long, roller coaster with a lot of loops? If you don't, then go spin around for oh, lets say about an hour? Okay, well, times that feeling by five and that's how Remy felt.

Well, maybe not that bad, but he felt light-headed and dizzy. His mouth had suddenly turned into the Sahara desert and his body temperature rose.

He kept his hands on the wall as he walked down the hallway. "Rogue?" He called out, in a low voice. "I'm not in a mood to play hide-and-seek. We ain't in Kansas anymore." What the hell was he talking about? He walked into a room, groping the wall. "Rogue?"

Remy.

He winced. "Not so loud, Ro'." Remy blinked. "Where are you? Wave white flags, or use a flare gun or something to let me know."

"Oh yeah, 'cause I carry around a flare gun in my socks."

"Doesn't everyone?" He laughed, but then suddenly groaned as his stomach did a one eighty. He fell to his knees, starting to feel fatigue

"Are you all right?" She suddenly appeared before him, her hand was gently touching his shoulder.

"Do I look all right?" He asked, snapping. When he felt her quickly remove her hand, he allowed himself to fall back on his bum. Rogue sat down aside from him. "Sorry.. I.." When he turned his head, his eyes met hers, and instantly, he lost himself and began to stumble over words.

"You look horrible." Rogue whispered, wiping off perspiration off his forehead.

Remy forced a smirk. "Nice to see you too." He coughed. "I need a goddamn cigarette."

"You won't be sayin' that when you have cancer."


"That.." He blinked, sounding breathless. "Is because I'll be too busy coughing due to my black lungs."

Almost immediately a memory of her leaning against a wall while criticizing Remy shot through her mind. She shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to live through the memories of her close relationship with Gambit. When she opened her eyes, Remy was laying limp next to her; he was unconscious.

"Rem-Rem." She sighed lightly before blacking out.

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My dad is getting everything off his credit card, which includes the internet. Because of that, the internet will be getting shut off. I don't know when (but I have a feeling it'll be within the next few days.) which is why I'm posting this now. (I wanted it to be longer but tomorrow I might not have internet to post it.) =( I just hope that when it does get shut off, it won't be for long.